Primer Amor

When love died, the poet cried
And could not write anything else, but the word pain
I saw people running, I didn't know what to do
I felt defeated and thought I couldn't live

First love, fleeting dream
A fist that shook my humanity
The soul in sores and the world before me, deserted and fierce
First love, first goodbye, goodbye

First love, nostalgia that
Is an eternal old photo on the wall
Years go by on the outside, on the inside, it seems not
First love, first goodbye, goodbye

When love died, the poet cried
I felt defeated and thought I couldn't live

First love, fleeting dream
A fist that shook my humanity
The soul in sores and the world before me, deserted and fierce
First love, first goodbye, goodbye

First love, nostalgia that
Is an eternal old photo on the wall
Years go by on the outside, on the inside, it seems not
First love, first goodbye, goodbye

First love, fleeting dream
A fist that shook my humanity
The soul in sores and the world before me, deserted and fierce
First love, first goodbye, goodbye

First love, nostalgia that
Is an eternal old photo on the wall